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Phil . Your faithful fubject , I , a gentleman Born in Northamptonshire , and eldeft fon , As I fuppofe , to Robert Faulconbridge , A foldier , by the honour - giving hand Of Cœur - de - lion knighted in the field . K. John .
Phil . Your faithful fubject , I , a gentleman Born in Northamptonshire , and eldeft fon , As I fuppofe , to Robert Faulconbridge , A foldier , by the honour - giving hand Of Cœur - de - lion knighted in the field . K. John .
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Phil . Becaufe he hath a half - face like my father , With that half - face would he have all my land ? A half - fac'd groat , five hundred pound a - year ! Rob . My gracious Liege , when that my father liv'dy ' : Your brother did ...
Phil . Becaufe he hath a half - face like my father , With that half - face would he have all my land ? A half - fac'd groat , five hundred pound a - year ! Rob . My gracious Liege , when that my father liv'dy ' : Your brother did ...
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Phil . Of no more force to difpoffels me , Sir , Than was his will to get me , as I think . Eli . Whether hadft thou rather be a Faulconbridge , And , like thy brother , to enjoy thy land ; Or the reputed fon of Cœur - de - lion ...
Phil . Of no more force to difpoffels me , Sir , Than was his will to get me , as I think . Eli . Whether hadft thou rather be a Faulconbridge , And , like thy brother , to enjoy thy land ; Or the reputed fon of Cœur - de - lion ...
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Phil . Brother , take you my land , I'll take my Your face hath got five hundred pound a - year ,, Yet fell your face for five - pence , and ' tis dear . Madam , I'll follow you unto the death . chance ; ; Eli .
Phil . Brother , take you my land , I'll take my Your face hath got five hundred pound a - year ,, Yet fell your face for five - pence , and ' tis dear . Madam , I'll follow you unto the death . chance ; ; Eli .
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Phil . My brother Robert , old Sir Robert's fon , Colbrand the giant , that fame mighty man , Is it Sir Robert's fon that you feek fo ?: Lady . Sir Robert's fon ; ay , thou unrev'rend boy , Sir Robert's fon : why scorn't thou at Sir ...
Phil . My brother Robert , old Sir Robert's fon , Colbrand the giant , that fame mighty man , Is it Sir Robert's fon that you feek fo ?: Lady . Sir Robert's fon ; ay , thou unrev'rend boy , Sir Robert's fon : why scorn't thou at Sir ...
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The Works Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1769 |
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